[TULSA, spoken]
Well, I pretend I'm at home getting dressed for a date
I comb my hair, I take a flower, I put it in my lapel
And then I spot the audience

[TULSA]
Once my clothes were shabby
Tailors called me, "Cabbie"
So I took a vow
Said, "This bum'll be Beau Brummel"
Now I'm smooth and snappy
Now my tailor's happy
I'm the cats meow
My wardrobe is a wow
Paris silk, Harris tweed
There's only one thing I need

Got my tweed pressed, got my best vest
All I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie, got my hopes high
Got the time and the place, and I got rhythm
Now all I need's a girl to go with them
If she'll just appear we'll
Take this big town for a whirl
And if she'll say
"My darling I'm yours," I'll throw away
My striped tie and my best-pressed tweed
All I really need is the girl
[TULSA, spoken]
I start easy
Now I'm more—debonair
Then I sell it here
I build it
And double it
And she appears